Satanic Warmaster

Moist walls, embraced by putrid stench
Dark hallways, where echoe silent squeaks
The rhythm of dripping water calls to morbid dance
?of the contagious children of the crypt
Darkness of the dungeon, womb of the deceased
Stealthy heralds, sharpening the scythe of plague
The parade of creeping shadows, like a living floor
A carpet of sharp teeth and black filthy hair
Here the bones lie, like fallen pillars of ivory
Hundreds of hungry red eyes, slithering tails and poisoned teeth
Only death is real